5 sick days Hawks used for other people and 1 he used for himself

by Crossroadsfossil

Summary:

Five times Hawks helped take care of someone in his apartment and one time someone took care of him.

Chapter 1: Toga

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Hawks’ apartment lights were on as he approached. He saw they were on as soon as he passed the office building south of the train station. His building was one of the tallest around, and his apartment was on the uppermost floors.

Of course, he saw the lights.

Part of him had an inkling of who it was, but the rest of him was convinced that a burglar had finally decided to take a chance on his apartment. It wasn’t like it was a bad target. He had fairly limited security measures, and if anyone tried to stake it out, they would very quickly learn that there was almost no one there. Ever.

He slid his balcony door open quietly, creeping in. Nothing looked amiss in the living room. A quick look at the genkan showed two pairs of shoes; one belonging to someone feminine, as they were covered in bright colors and had tiny keychains decorating the laces, and the other were dingy and well worn with holes starting at the edge where sole met the fabric sides of the shoes. Both pairs were neatly lined up, and two pairs of his rarely-used slippers were gone.

The kitchen yielded more clues- dirty pots and bowls in the sink; a still steaming kettle. Burglars hadn’t done this. It seemed like Dabi had made good on his threat about knowing where the hero lived…

… and apparently brought a one-night stand.

Gross.

Hawks rolled his eyes. “I really thought we had something.” He snarked to the empty kitchen. He shed his uniform, coat, and shoes, leaving the items haphazardly as he headed back towards the bedrooms.

His room was as messy as he left it that morning, but the guest room was mostly closed. He heard the tinny sound of a movie being played.

Not… a one-night stand?

He eased the door open, freezing as Dabi’s head shot up. The glare sent his way was almost incendiary, and Dabi brought a hand up to indicate silence should be kept. Hawks opened the door further, reaching onto his tiptoes to see around Dabi. Once he saw who was there, a smile teased at his face. Dabi glared even harder at him.

There was Toga, fast asleep. Tissues lay around her like a gross imitation of fallen cherry blossoms. The trashcan from the kitchen had also been dragged in, set next to the bed where Toga could reach it. It also seemed that the entirety of his medicine cabinet had been placed on the side table as well.

He shot Dabi a wink and some finger guns and eased the door closed, whistling softly as he went to shower.

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“Not a word.” Dabi said as Hawks exited the shower. Hawks squawked and made sure the towel around his hips was secured.

“Couldn’t you have waited out in the living room?”

Dabi shrugged. “Why? Got something to hide? Didn’t take you for a prude.”

It was Hawks’ turn to glare. He wasn’t a prude, but he also didn’t exactly walk around near-naked for just anyone. It wasn’t like he did topless modeling jobs like some of the heroes.

“Excuse me if I like privacy in my own home.” Hawks replied, tossing the towel he had been using for his hair at Dabi’s head. Dabi swore and fumbled the towel, and Hawks brushed past, intent on digging out some sleepwear. As he opened his drawers, it seemed that someone had already gone through them.

“Really?” He whined.

“Toga threw up on hers. Besides, you’re roughly the same height. And have similar tastes.”

“We do not!”

“You do too! You both have terrible taste.”

“Says the discount goth!” Hawks said, although he was sure it came out muffled as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Aside from that- where are her gross clothes now? Please tell me you didn’t just dump them-”

“They’re in the wash, along with some of the dirty towels I found in the bathroom. How often do you do laundry? Or is it a maid-”

“When the hamper is full!” Hawks interrupted. He didn’t use a maid service…. Often. Usually when he was at the office for weeks on end, but that was neither here nor there. “Anything else you need to know or are you just going to snoop some more?”

“Why do you sound so offended?” Dabi asked with a grin, kicking his feet up on the bed. Hawks’ attention zoomed in on the action, wings bristling as he realized Toga wasn’t the only one wearing his clothes. “Did you have to pick those?”

Dabi grinned, and crossed his ankles, leaning back against the headboard. “I wasn’t going to wear the duck print. Besides, these are very soft.”

They were soft because they were his favorite sleep pants. Hawks glared, willing his feathers to slick back down, no matter how reduced they were. He grumbled and grabbed for a pair of boxers and his second- no, third favorite pair of sleep pants. Apparently, Toga had taken the ones with seals on them. Fantastic. He pulled them on as fast as he could, ignoring the fact that he could see Dabi in the mirror pointedly looking at his ass.

“Do you mind?” He finally asked.

“Nope,” Dabi replied, still grinning. “Never took you as one for cute animals.”

“I like soft things. Big deal.”

“But pandas, seals and rabbits?”

“Okay, one, have you seen a real seal? Their teeth are terrifying.”

“Okay, but rabbits and pandas?”

Hawks shrugged. If he was honest, it was originally a gag gift from Rumi. She’d handed him a pack of sleepwear from one of her few branded lines and well. They were ridiculously comfy, and he was never going to turn down comfort when he could get it. Even if his favorite pants had little pandas in teacups all over them.

“Budge over.” Hawks grumbled, pulling back the covers of his bed. “Actually, better yet, go sleep on the couch. You’re not welcome here.”

“I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

“Then sleep next to Toga. You didn’t look too put out cuddling her.” Hawks pointed out. Dabi makes an affronted noise while one of Hawks’ feathers flicks the lights off. He doesn’t move. Instead, he just shuffles down, resting his head on the pillows next to Hawks. The bedding pulls uncomfortably from where Dabi is laying on top of it.

“I honestly didn’t expect you to come home at all. I was going to sleep here. You sleep on the couch if you’re so scandalized by sharing a bed.” Hawks wondered how and when Dabi had gotten his schedule. He had been scheduled to be on shift. HIs office manager had forced him to leave early, since it was a slow night and several of his sidekicks needed more street hours. The alternative was to pay for continuing education, and while he didn’t mind the classes, his sidekicks were less inclined towards sitting in a classroom.

“Fuck you.”

“You first.” Dabi bit back. Hawks felt him roll over and he mirrored that action, staring at the curtained window and wondering what had led to this point of his life.

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Hawks blearily looked at the clock, wondering what woke him up. The bed shook again as his bedpartner swung their legs out of bed and their feet hit the ground. In the other room, he heard coughing and soft sobbing. Alarm shot through him, halted only by a hand pressing on his ankle.

“M’got it.”

Hawks blinked and nodded, despite the fact that his partner probably couldn’t see it in the dark.

Why was he sharing a bed again? He sent some feathers to follow, letting them attach to the hem of the sleep shirt. It didn’t feel like any of his friends. He certainly didn’t remember drinking and- The guest room.

That was it.

Dabi and Toga were spending the night.

Toga was sick.

Hawks flopped back down into bed, eyes closing as he focused on the feather on Dabi’s shirt. He felt the man shushing Toga, moving to check her temperature and rub her back. Hawks’ nose wrinkled as he realized she was throwing up again.

He sent more feathers to get a glass of water for her, carrying it to Dabi. He felt the surprise from the fire user as a glass appeared just as he was getting to his feet, and then felt a hand skim against the feather tucked under the shirt hem. Dabi’s hand returned a moment later. He gently pried one of the feathers up, running a finger over the vanes of the feather. While it wasn’t meant to be sensual, it still sent a shiver through Hawks. The feather was tucked into a pocket of the sleep pants.

Hawks listened through his feathers as Dabi continued to calm Toga, coaxing her to drink water and take some meds. At some point, he started talking, something low and soothing and soft enough that Hawks couldn’t quite make it out. Whatever it was Dabi was saying, it lulled Toga back to sleep and was doing a damn good job of doing the same for Hawks. He didn’t even notice when it stopped, or when Dabi left Toga to sleep.

The door creaked open and Hawks grumbled, holding up the edge of the blanket for Dabi. When he didn’t get back into bed, Hawks gave him a solid shove with the feather and muttered something about letting in the cold. It didn’t take long for Dabi to get back into bed, although this time he was under the covers instead of being annoyingly on top of them. Hawks threw an arm over Dabi’s chest, too tired to think too hard about it. It was more comfortable this way and Dabi had let the cold in.

“Di’you take off your shirt?” Hawks asked, cracking an eye to look at Dabi.

“Toga threw up again. Got some on me. Didn’t think you’d want it in the bed.”

“Nope.” Hawks agreed. “Thanks for that.”

“I didn’t want it in the fucking bed. I’m not an animal.” Dabi groused, lifting Hawks’ arm up. Hawks had a flash of alarm that he’d overstepped and pulled it back. Dabi grumbled something incoherent, rolling onto his side. Instead of facing towards the doorway as he had been when they went to sleep, he was facing Hawks. A frown pulled at his face and Dabi reached out, snagging Hawks’ wrist and tugging it back over him. He tucked himself against Hawks’ chest and heaved out a contented sigh as Hawks let his arm finally fall.

Hawks stared at the door over a mop of dark hair, trying to understand what just happened. Eventually, his exhaustion won out over his curiosity. Dabi was also just trying to get comfortable. Or something. He wasn't going to think too hard about it.

“You’re thinking too loud,” Dabi said, echoing the sluggish decision Hawks had come to. “Go the fuck t’ sleep. We’ll be up again in two hours.” Dabi’s voice thrummed pleasantly against Hawks’ chest.

Hawks meant to ask how Dabi knew they’d be up in another two hours, but between one blink and the next, he was asleep.

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Hawks woke first. The sunlight was barely filtering through the blinds. It wasn’t often he cursed his inability to sleep in, but today was definitely one of them. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to curse his quirk or his training, but he was awake and he would rather be asleep.

Every two or so hours they were woken up, either by the sound of Toga being ill or by Dabi’s own internal clock. The first time Hawks had sent feathers to go with Dabi, listening half-asleep as Dabi soothed Toga back into sleep. The second time, he followed after, sleepily tripping after Dabi. Something prickled at him as the night went on. He needed to know Toga was okay, that she wasn’t getting worse.

His experiences with being sick were entirely unpleasant, often left to his own devices until he healed. He never really had someone check on him like Dabi was checking on Toga… and while a small part of him simmered with muted jealousy, a larger part of him was just… pleased. Delighted to know that getting taken care of was a norm, not an exception; That it wasn’t just something only seen on television or read in romance novels.

It felt like learning that heroes were real all over again.

That, and Toga snuffling into his shirt was damn adorable and made him wish he’d actually had siblings, rather than the loneliness he had.

Granted, the shirt had to be chucked in the hamper, but that wasn’t really a hardship. Especially not with Dabi smushed against his chest, warm breath tickling his neck as he stared at the curtained window. Yes, Dabi was drooling a little but that was adorably gross in its own way.

He heaved a sigh.

He was up and there was no getting back to sleep for him. He had an idea though, and very carefully, extricated himself from the bed.

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“You made food?” Dabi asked, voice still raspy from sleep. Dabi wasn’t in the kitchen, standing just outside of it and peering into the bright light. Hawks nodded and continued humming along to a pop song that was tweeting out of the phone propped up against the coffee pot.

Dabi watched as he labeled Miso soup into a bowl. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Dabi’s expression slowly morphed into surprise at seeing what was on the rest of the tray. There was toast and two small dishes of butter and jam, a bowl of okayu in case Toga craved something a little more homey, and one of the largest mugs he owned, filled with tea.

“That’s for Toga.” Hawks said, gesturing with the ladle to the food on the tray. “Can you get her to eat some of it? I’ll finish up our breakfast in the meantime.”

Dabi nodded, taking the tray and batting away one of the feathers Hawks sent to assist. Hawks grinned, letting it latch onto Dabi’s hand, since there was no longer a shirt he could stick them to.

By the time Dabi returned with a mostly empty tray, he had mostly finished their breakfast. It was a little of what Toga had, although there was some grilled fish, eggs and pickled vegetables instead of okayu.

Dabi tried to subtly eye the pot of coffee steaming on the counter.

Hawks grinned and sent a feather to get the pot of coffee as another fetched a mug. He poured a cup of coffee for Dabi and fetched the small bowl of sugar and the creamer from the fridge. Depending on the day, he either drank his coffee sweet as candy or, like today, unaltered because needed all the buzz of caffeine that he could get. Judging by the way Dabi’s nose wrinkled at the mug of black coffee, he wasn't one to take it straight either.

“Sit down, hot stuff. There’s sugar and creamer here.” Hawks said as the feathers put both on the table. He drank his own coffee, food untouched as Dabi took a seat.

“Waiting for me?” Dabi asked, tone sleepy, but teasing. Hawks grinned behind his mug, watching as Dabi added several spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of cream to his coffee.

“I can’t eat all of this by myself.” He replied.

“Well, you’re eating all of the fish by yourself,” Dabi said, taking a double helping of tamagoyaki. Hawks nodded, filing that away.

Apparently, Dabi didn’t like fish.

Chapter 2: Incomplete update/News

Not an Update

Hey all,

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s been a solid 3 years since I last touched ‘5 sick days Hawks used for other people and 1 he used for himself’ and it has been a wild time since the last update. I wish I had better news, like the end of the fic or another chapter. Unfortunately, I don’t. There have been so many things in my life that have sapped the will to write from me, ranging from personal issues, family issues, and well. I’m just going to gesture at the state of America at the moment. Not to mention, I was disappointed with how BNHA ended. Disappointed isn’t right - but the words I do want to say don’t need to be said. Other people have stated similar opinions with much better justifications and references and I don’t really feel like my opinion is needed.

I do not want to leave anyone hanging since I do have some of it written up and an outline, and I want to share that with you. Maybe I’ll come back and pick the story back up in the future. Maybe I’ll make a new friend or read a fanfic that ignites my creative juices. Maybe in the future one of you will reach out and toss some ideas my way and we could collaborate. Maybe I’ll take mushrooms and hammer out a trippy version on my typewriter. Maybe I’ll dictate the story into an audio file and share it to you like the bards of old.

Either way, here is my humble offering of what the future could look like. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you can be patient with me until I either get back on the horse called ‘Writing’ or I get tired enough to shoot it and pick up some other way of adding to the fandom.

Thanks for all your comments and likes and support. I couldn’t have done any of what I have here without the support here on AO3 and the various friends and discord chats I was in.

Without further ado, here is the outline for the rest of ‘5 sick days Hawks used for other people and 1 he used for himself

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There was a light on in his apartment. Which meant he had ‘guests’ over. Fifty-fifty on it being either Dabi or Rumi.

He really wasn’t in the mood to ‘entertain’ tonight.

He was tired.

He was sore.

He was tired and sore and the pain medicine from earlier was wearing off.

Sure he had been cleared for his shift tomorrow, but that didn’t stop everything from hurting now. The medics didn’t even give him any pain meds to take home.

Yeesh. He would have been fine with some paracetamol, at least.

He landed rougher than he usually did, his knees and ankles protesting the harsh treatment. A moment later he slid the balcony door open with more force than was needed. He closed it much the same way and the action tugged at the half-healed injury along his ribs. He needed to calm down; the wound was only held together with medical tape, a little bit of glue, and a lot of half-believed assurances and avoidance. It itched and he needed to clean and change it again, or so the instructions he received said.

Honestly, he just wanted to drink a protein shake and fall asleep.

He kicked his boots off, ignoring the shadow in the corner of his eye. Yep, still too tired to care.

“Hey.” Dabi said from the kitchen entrance, and, once Hawks actually looked at him, he saw he was wearing one of the rarely-used aprons. It was one of those stupid full aprons that looked like an anime character from the neck down. Dabi had folded it in half and tied it around his waist, making it sort of look like he had a mermaid tail. That was a mental image. If he wasn’t dead on his feet he’d relish it more.

“M’not in the mo-”

“I saw,” Dabi interrupted, gesturing towards the table. “Busy day. Go sit down.”

This was suspiciously nice, and Hawks shot Dabi a pointedly wary look. Dabi looked vaguely insulted - like the faintest wisp of insult had passed under his nose.

“Why?” Hawks asked even as he moved towards the table.

“What, I can’t just be nice?”

“No.” Hawks retorted. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. He misjudged the distance and instead, it fell to the floor with an audible thump. Dabi scoffed, looking incredulous as Hawks slouched his way into the chair.

“Seriously?” Dabi asked. “I’m not going to feed you now.”

“I am in too much pain to give a shit right now.” Hawks whined, stripping his gloves off and finally being able to scratch at the bandage and soothe that itch that had been plaguing him all day.

“If you don’t feed me, I’m just going to fall asleep here, since I assume you’re going to steal my bed and put whoever else is here in the guest room.”

Hawks slouched further until his face was half-buried in his arms, and watched as Dabi’s expression went through more phases in five minutes than he’d seen it do during two weeks worth of meetings. Either something annoyed him a lot, or he was opening up to Hawks. Hawks didn’t really care. Either furthered his mission with the whole ‘ingratiating himself with the league’.

“Okay, since that’s not a deterrent at all, you’re going to eat and then I’m going to force you to take care of yourself. One member being sick at a time is more than enough for me.” Dabi said, gesturing with a spoon in what Hawks assumed was a threatening gesture. Right now, with the apron and the house-wifey feels to everything, it just looked cute. Really cute.

Fuck he was tired. Here he was letting his hind-brain and dick dictate what the rest of him was doing. Down boy.

But damn, was Dabi a pretty man- Yes, there was the whole scars thing, but scars were hot. Hawks was covered in them, more than his publicist liked. Definitely, enough scars that his makeup artist was well-paid and never bored.

So yes, he thought scars were hot. Any hero worth their salt had them. The fact that Dabi’s were, presumably, from Dabi’s own quirk just made everything… sexier. Maybe he was fucked to see it that way, but sue him. Those scars meant that Dabi had endured the pain, had been fighting for something that was worth more than the agony it must have cost. It meant that Dabi was incredibly brave, or stubborn, or determined. Or stupid, but Hawks knew Dabi wasn’t stupid. He may not be book-smart, but he was clever in very interesting ways. He knew more about hero law than Hawks did, and he’d been incredibly knowledgeable on all things fire (not surprising, considering his quirk, but it went beyond that).

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Dabi puts the plate in front of Hawks

1. Hawks starts eating, slowly. Asks why dabi isn’t. Dabi rolls his eyes and dips his own plate up.
2. Once Dabi starts eating, some part of Hawks’ hind brain is like ‘yes pretty maybe-mate is eating too’ and Hawks is just going to town on his own. He is going to not acknowledge any of that. Dabi is a little baffled because he’s not a great cook. Hawks agrees he’s not a great cook, but he’s better than Hawks is and more importantly, it’s home made. He can’t remember the last time he had a homemade meal.

Dabi flusters and bitches about not knowing a lot and he’s self taught. His mom never had the time and etc. Makes an offhand comment about what he does know is fairly bland, but nutritious.

Hawks makes a joke about Dabi using more seasoning than his handlers did.

1. Dabi is very proud and points out that is his addition. The woman who taught him what little he did know lacked like half the taste buds normal people have. Hawks asks if it was his mom (and makes a few assumptions because he already mentioned a mom, so does Dabi have two moms? He doesn’t, just a complicated history he pointedly sorta-threatens Hawks not to pry any more. Hawks shifts topics and cue discussion on heteromorphs and maybe dr nyan?

Hawks and Dabi migrate to the couch for some tea

1. Dabi insists, since he’s also making some for compress
2. Lets Hawks know that his room is occupied since it has a master bath. Lets him know it’s Compress. Some food went off and so everyone had a bit of food poisoning, but Compress was the worst off. Uses his own marble to get here easier. Dabi routinely checks on him/brings hydration so he doesn’t dehydrate. Hawk mentally starts doing logistics to make sure all the league has proper food going forward. Is puzzling out how to do so on the down low so as to not spook Dabi, let alone the rest of the league. Dabi, meanwhile, has already clocked what Hawks is doing/thinking an is now doing his own version of 'how to help hawks' but he doesn't want to admit that he's keen on helping Hawks help the league (and neither are going to spend a lot of time examining their underlying reasons for this let alone the attached feelings. Nope. Not going to acknowledge this at all).

After tea Dabi and Hawks start the routine for bed.

1. They fit together pretty well. Neither really wants to think about how domestic this is and how well they both adapted to it. Dabi moved all of Hawks’ shit to the guest room and they swap out who’s cleaning up/who’s showering/whatever.
1. They chatter while one is in the shower and compress overhears and is pretty sure they’re fucking. They have an intense debate about some media [dante? Dune? Star wars?]. This does not help Compress’s assumptions. He may be texting the rest of the league the hot hot gossip.

They end up in the spare room and Hawks is ready to go sleep on the couch/Dabi argues he’s sleeping on the couch. They get into an argument. They decide to solve it via video game tournament. They both fail (the computer wins. They both agree to never bring this up in front of the league because they will be mocked to death) and end up falling asleep together. Compress comes out for something to drink and peeks in and sees them cuddled up together is a 100% sure now. He takes a photo and adds that to the group chat. This has started a league investigation into proving these two are together.

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Chapter 3:

Hawks should have anticipated this. He’d known the league had switched hideouts again and with the weather changing the way it had been, this really should have been obvious.

But know. He’d been blindsided by this like an idiot.

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Shiggy is sick this time.

The change in hideouts is the primary instigator here.

• It was raining when they fled and no one has been able to properly get dry and warm for most of the week. Shiggy comes down with the flu or something because of this. He’s feverish and has nausea.
• Hawks returns home to seeing Shiggy on the couch, looking green. Hawks makes soup (after Compress he has invested in some lessons. He can make a mean veggie stew (thanks Rumi) and a couple other dishes (Endeavor hands a few recipes over courtesy of Fuyumi - who heard about this from Rumi and wrote out some detailed instructions (The same ones she gives Shouto and Shouto’s classmates). He Checks to see what’s up with Dabi.

Dabi is in ‘their’ bed sleeping, because he’s also not been faring so well.

• This triggers CONCERN in the bird. Hawks fusses over Dabi and Shiggy watches. He is also updating the group chat.
• Bonus if Shiggy makes a comment insinuating he ‘knows’ they’re dating. Hawks ignores him and instead bullies Shigaraki into taking more meds, drinking some fluids and eating a little something. He also runs out and grabs snacks and more fluids for shiggy to consume. He leaves them by the couch and goes to check on Dabi again.
• Dabi wakes when he enters this time so Hawks goes and reheats some dinner and brings it to him.
• They eat in companionable silence. When they’re done, Hawks goes to sleep in the spare room, so Dabi can sleep in the nicer bed and get better sleep and hopefully head off whatever sickness is threatening him. He gets stopped/trapped by Dabi, who insists he stays because a) he doesn’t trust Hawks to wake up during the night and b) he’s cold
• The two spend the rest of the night babying Shiggy like they babied Toga. At some point, Shiggy is being bratty and Hawks basically saying (and showing) he will dump Shigaraki’s ass in a cold shower if he doesn’t cooperate.

Hawks makes morning breakfast again and like, light cuddling between him and Dabi in the kitchen (?). It's not so much cuddling as they’re sleepy and using each other to support themselves so they don’t collapse on the floor.

• Shiggy is now absolutely convinced they’re dating

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Chapter 4:

Hawks is at home for once when he gets a call. Dabi says he and Twice and a friend are at the back door, could he buzz them up. Hawks is surprised they know where the back door is, since it’s hidden, but Hawks goes down and meets them.

• They accidentally play into the boyfriend thing by accident.
• Hawks meets dr moew, because Twice had his appendix out and it’s not like they could go to the hospital to take care of it.
• All four go up to Hawks’ penthouse. Twice gets dumped into the big master bed. The dr gives Hawks a run down on procedures, and where he needs to pay attention so that twice and Dabi don’t slack off. Dabi is grumpy about it and dr is just like “i know you, cub. Deal with it.”
• She leaves and Hawks sees her down. Asks questions. She answers few and he has more questions now. Bonus if he asks her about tastebuds as a callback to the prior chapter. She and Hawks discuss heteromorph things in the meantime. She gives him a few details on Spinner since birds and lizards are not the same, and also Hawks has some internalized biases he has been, but still needs to work on.
• He returns to see Dabi has started rifling around his kitchen. They have a conversation about cooking or takeout. They decide to cook and order takeout if they fail. Hawks and dabi check on twice, see he’s out and make a quick run down to a nearby store. It’s a little grocery store run by an old woman hawks is fond of. (Miyu san! The repeating food-related OC appears. Makes some jokes about them being a cute couple).
• They return and start cooking. Talking! There is cute bonding. Dabi notices Hawks has been learning how to cook and has like, proper tools now. Gentle teasing between the two of them. Some jokes about both of them finding proper spouses now that they can cook. Also jokes about how together they ALMOST make a whole functional adult. This leads to some conversation about Compress and Kurogiri. Just like, gossip?
• They feed Twice and chill in the room with him before he hobbles off for the toilet and returns. He tries to get out of taking meds but both hawks and dabi are insistent. Twice tries to play them against each other? They just close ranks?
• They let Twice sleep and chill on the couch and start a movie?

Twice wanders out at some point for water and wakes them up after they doze off.

• He’s amused to see they both tumble into the guest room for sleep and are already tangled up in each other by the time he shambles back to his room.
• This time he takes his meds because he hurts and it’s late and he doesn’t want to wake them up. Specifically, he mutes the next alarm on both their phones, takes a photo of them, and updates the group chat with Hot New Gossip on the relationship of these two.
• Hawks kinda wakes up and tells Twice to go the fuck back to sleep. Hawks does not remember this the next morning and is fucking mortified that he was so mean to twice. Twice finds this so fucking funny. Also updates the group text about the soporific effects of a sleeping Dabi on Hawks. This is an inside joke among the rest of the league for a WHILE and neither Hawks nor Dabi understand it.

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Chapter 5:

• This time Spinner shows up with Dabi. Spinner has a migraine and needs somewhere quiet and dark because he’s this close to turning the league in. Not his words, but Dabi’s. Spinner just looks like death warmed over.

Hawks tucks him into his bed again, since it’s the room with the blackout curtains and the extra sound insulation.

• Hawks used to get Migraines in the past (Puberty was Not Fun with his feathers) and discusses ways to help Spinner with Spinner. Some jokes about Bird/lizard Puberty. Hawks has some meds on hand, but not a lot. He asks if he needs any painmeds. Spinner goes over which ones dont work- is surprised and delighted that Hawks knows this and has been doing his own research. Plays it off as being useful for hero work and like, yeah he’s not a dick. Spinner is still impressed and pleased that Hawks has been working on his biases.
• They have some nice heart to heart chatter until Dabi walks in and is like “Hawks stop bugging him, he’s got a migraine.” He’s on the phone with the league doctor (not ujiko because fuck that) and asks if Spinner wants specialty meds. Spinner says yes please and Hawks schedules a time to go pick them up.

Spinner is watching this discussion and has a sudden memory of his parents doing something similar with his sister. He updates the gossip group chat because This is Peak Gossip- they are basically the team mom and dad at this point. The group chat spends the rest of the night debating who has which energy.

• Spinner is the last holdout on this whole Dabi/Hawks dating thing. He’s fair certain they aren’t, but they want to be. Like they’re pretty damn domestic already. They’re arguing over dinner already and it sounds so disgustingly domestic. He’s contemplating giving it a push.

Dabi and Hawks spend the rest of the night just doing really boring things? Like Hawks does some weekly dinner prep and sets some aside for Toga and Spinner because CustomDiets reasons. He makes some snacks for the rest of the league and Dabi makes some cute ass bentos’ for Hawks. Spinner sees them the next morning when he gets up (Dabi and Hawks are sleeping in because they had a late night).

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1. +1
1. Hawks and Dabi sick????
1. Post war???

Notes:

This fic is something to tide me over while I work on several chapters of larger fics. I have this planned out, so the next person crashing at Hawks is going to be Compress, courtesy of Dabi breaking them in.

Forever ago the group chat prompted a sickfic and I decided to make it as fluffy as possible, while throwing in some not-quite pining and accidentally-domestic goodness.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Minimal Editing/Warmups